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Vietnam Memorial
“Write anyway,” she whispered in my ear When I began to doubt myself. Write through the sorrow Bear witness to tragedy Tell the history about the present The future, about the past In ways no SLR can remember No heart can forget Write anyway… Write feelings, write manner [...] It takes courage to stand tall when we feel our wounds so visible worried that all will witness our pain… Courage and bravery… strength beyond words. You present yourself with such grace with such dignity, head held high turning your face to the light letting the sun warm your [...] This beautiful photograph is from Vox Poetica - an amazing website for poets and writers. Click on Vox Poetica and you will be transported directly there. Little sister dear, little sister Listen to my stories of Alice and Dorothy Of Ruth and Naomi Countless heroines Women of honor, of grace Of beautiful eyes and wondrous hearts Who [...] feelings envelop me in multiple shades of gray all tangled with pleasure and pain can’t seem to detach your thoughts your feelings from my own our souls entangled your dreams with mine entwined imperceptibly like bodies that have lain together so many nights they’ve memorized each other’s curves and edges as if by heart never [...] Feelings… like butterflies in spring are coming in all directions at once. An open book every nuance written on my face in my eyes. Like seventh grade when every look every boy crushed your ego, or broke your heart. Has it been… so long since [...] In a world of strangers ©2010 by Howard Paley Where we haven’t ever met I bow to your greatness Am I lucky enough to get wet For when creative thunder Hits so close to home Be it a painting, a story, or photo Even an infinitesimal poem Then genuine arms of greatness Surround with [...] Everyday, somewhere a child stares out a window Waiting… for Dad to come home. It doesn’t matter what kind of work he does (though a fireman or race car driver would be great). It doesn’t matter how much money he makes (though getting a new bike is better than not). [...] She said she had a cat named Purple… I mentioned cats didn’t come in purple. She replied, “You’ve never seen him sleeping on the roof at sunset!” How does one argue with five year old logic, Eyes that see magic at every turn? “Little Judy,” a creative, forty year old mind inhabiting a little girl’s [...]
We had a tea party, you and I Yesterday, when March was cold. We were three or four again Five or six or seven.
Changed the world [...] I held a mirror up to you So you could see the fire You carry deep The voice you crave to share With the hunger of years One cannot retrieve No matter the longing. You reversed the mirror for me So I could visit my own reflection Hear my own voice, however faint… Answers [...] I need to write… a poem early… Before breakfast. Before caffeine dilutes My train of thought. Before dreams are lost And plans for work Muddle my mind, With stuff Of yesterdays Of tomorrows Of days left behind And gifts of days lingering to become As yet, unwrapped. I write… as my heart Fills with pale [...] |
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